CERITA KAMI / OUR STORY
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Author: Me. :XD
Little chat: Sorry for waiting too long! I've study to prepare for UAS. Here's the Third Chapter. Reviews and flames are very very welcome! ^^ And for gali-o- ! There are some reasons I put the spoilers too long. In this chapter, I made a story more more long than previous chapter. ^_^;;;; Because it's long, so I decided to made a long spoilers too. Sorry about that. Don't worry, I'll made a shorter spoiler than before. ; )
CHAPTER III: Masalah, Senyumnya, Kedatangan Mereka./ Trouble, His Smile, They Arrived.
I was gazing at the window. Looking at the clear blue sky behind it. It's a perfect day to go out, actually.
So peaceful, I was thinking. Then I lowered my head to let out my breath.
Yet so troublesome.
Nine days have passed since that event, nine days passed since that awful and chaotic incident, nine days since we're knew the horrible truth that we're not in German, anymore. Too many things happened in one day, and this made us had a bad headache, so lost, and unsure what to do. Glad Mr. Mustang and Mrs. Riza gladly helped us, offered some place to staying. This really helped us so much.
We're now staying in Mrs. Hughes place. You know what I mean. Mrs. Gracia, started to see us when Mr. Mustang escorted us to her place that morning. She was shock when Mr. Mustang told her about her husband, later she was thanked us because we have saved him. She let us stays in this place as long as we want. We tried to helping her as a thank you. We've meet Elysia –she's soooooo cute!-, and introduced us to them. No wonder Mr. Hughes loved her very much. I'd must say she's so adorable. And cute! If necessary, I want at least one picture of Mr. Gracia and Elysia. They welcomed us very warm, even let ud to staying. I already like her and Elysia. I'm a bit jealous of Mr. Hughes. He's so fortunate to have a family like this. I was grinning at this. Oh by the way, Mr. Mustang and Mrs. Riza came back to East City to prepare they transferred to Central. They said they will interrogation us after they finished it. Probably they're already in here today. But, well, only God knows…
Now I am helping Mrs. Gracia cooking, while Elysia, Abdul, and Sora were playing in middle room. They made some origami. Of course, Sora was the most skillful for this. She's Japanese, remember?
Mrs. Gracia and me only watching them with ghostly smiles. I have made a salad. As Mrs. Gracia, she's cooking a pie right now. Probably an apple pie from it's smell. It's smell so delicious.
I stole a glance to her face. She was smiling. But I can see sadness, deep in her eyes. She's still thinking about Mr. Hughes. Saidi had gone to hospital since this morning. Saidi said he want to check Mr. Hughes condition. Mr. Hughes is still not wake up until now. It worrying, he's already lost much blood, this drive him to almost critical stage, the bullet was shoot right on his vital spot. Otherwise, he's stable, for now. However, we must make reassure it, 100 %. This is when Saidi's role is needed. He's the one who operation him and he's the one who will check and watching Mr. Hughes progress. Clark himself went to buy some food. Originally, Mrs. Gracia was the one who wanted to buy foods. But Clark insisted, he said he wants to do it, and he doesn't like to stay at home. So she let him to do it.
It's only us who staying in this room. Sora and Abdul still have a fun along with Elycia.
I glanced at Mrs. Garcia again. She's still in thinking mode, I touched her shoulder, slowly, to get her attention.
She started and turned to me. Her smile becomes clearer than before. "Yes, Sri? What is it?"
"Mrs. Gracia, are you okay? You look worn out…" I asked, concerning.
She shook her head and answered, "I'm okay, Sri. Thank you.", she concentrating to the pie again, "Is the mimosa salad1.) ready?"
"It is. I had placed it in plate." I nodded with spirit. I'm glad I've learning some cooking back in home. Usually, I lend some cooking books from Abdul or from Sora. The cuisine I most like was mimosa salad and sus cream cake.
"Can you take it to table, please?" she asked.
"Of course, Mrs. Gracia." Immediately, I took the salad, placed it on table. Three mores, and done. I back to the kitchen and made some tea. I am pouring milk to the big glass, for Clark. Yep, I have told you he's a big fan of milk, right?
"Is this for Clark, dear?" she asked, curious. Oh right, this the first time I pouring milk for Clark in people house. He said he miss terribly with milk and he want to drink it one glass at least for now. Which very understandable, he wasn't drinking milk since four days ago.
"Yes, Mrs. Gracia. He was a milk freak. He usually drank at least 5 bottles, everyday. He likes milk more than food…" We're laughing together. Mrs. Gracia really amused.
"Really? Wow, no wonder he's so tall." She commented. I am grinning.
"He is. But I think it also running in his family. About few days ago we met Clark's parents, and they're so tall. I wish I can that tall. I was the shortest among 5 of us. " I snicker.
Mrs. Gracia was chuckling softly. She then changes her stare to my face. So intent yet amazed. I stopped and blinking at her. Confuse. Why she's staring me like that? Is something wrong with my face?
Something clicked. My face?
Could it be…..
"Uh…, Mrs. Gracia? Why you're looking at me like that?" I questioned. Not use to stare by people, especially this intently.
Mrs. Gracia shook her beautiful head once. She smiled and she said to me. "No, it's just…I just think your eyes are very unique and beautiful." she said. "Not every people in this country have silver eyes, Sri. Believe me." she continued. My eyes widened a moment.
Oh, as I guess. My eyes back to normal size, along with her explanation.
"Honestly, this is the first time I ever see such silvery eyes in people, like you. I never thought I can see that color in your eyes. It is really fitting your black hair and your crème skin, very well. And I very like that color."
I couldn't help but blushing very deep. Of course I'm proud, however I'm also embarrassed with my eyes! Back home, everyone said my eyes color were weird for an Asian and Indonesian. From Simbok stories, I got my eyes from Bapak. She said Bapak also had silver eyes. Once Bapak told to her, he had Russian ancestors. He said they were refugees from Tsar Nicholas II government or Romanov Dynasty times. They came to Indonesia in hope to find some sort of a 'promised' land, something which they believed it seemed. I myself had read from books, gray or silver eyes have less melanin than blue eyes, even though they are considered a darker shade of blue -like blue-green-. They are most common in European Russia, Finland and the Baltic States. Under magnification, gray eyes exhibit small amounts of yellow and brown color in the iris.
Make sense. Just one thing, I still don't get why my eyes such silver. Even Simbok said once that Bapak's eyes color a lot darker from me. She's joked, if peoples don't see it carefully, people would think my eyes were made by true silver and I was a fairy. Ugh. In this state, sometimes I want to go to end of the world. It made me feel so alien, few times. Thank goodness no bad comments added to my eyes all this time in my life. They just said my eyes were weird, otherworldly, beautiful and magnificent in same time.
"Um…., thank you?" I thanked, feeling unsure.
"You're welcome." She answered. She then took the apple pie. Ah, it's done already. Only baked it and…Oh My, I can't wait to eat it!
"Let's see, what's the only left, Sri?" She asked after put the apple pie in…I think it's some kind of oven. It's looked so old style.
"Mimosa Salad1.), Spinach Kurumiae2.), and Curry Sauce. They're almost done. I think the rice is also ready." I answered. "Good. After the entire cooks were done," she said, "We can start our lunch. Now, let's prepare the spoons, forks, and some plates. Shall we?" I nodding agree. At least made some cooks in kitchen had helped me forget a while about our trouble. Well, at least.
Clark had come home with all food he buys on his hands. It's enough for one week, seeing from many foods he had brought, he was followed by Saidi few minutes later. By the way, he brings good news. Mr. Hughes's wound began to closed very well. Saidi assumed maybe not long for him to awake, soon. And he can leave hospital for next three or four days, after doing some treatment of course.
We welcomed this news with very enthusiasms. Mrs. Gracia very relieved and he thanked Saidi over and over again. He's feeling so embarrassed but he manage to smile relieved, glad his hard work not useless. We celebrated it with lunch, and it was so fun. Everyone said the lunches are pleasant and tasty. Mrs. Gracia said she glad to have me in kitchen. She commented she'd like to cooking with me again next time, maybe when dinner. I can't find an answer, so I smiled as replied. Half an hour later, we finished lunch and asked permission to Mrs. Gracia for discussion some things.
We entered boy's room, after the 5 of us cleaning our dishes. And now…
"Hey, what do you think about this, guys?" I asking started our talk.
We made a circle. Sat on bed was I and Sora, Abdul and Clark were sat on floor, crossed legs. Saidi was the only one who sat in chair.
Sora raised an eyebrow at my question. "About why we're here, some sort."
"You mean.., about why we're here instead of Garmisch-Partenkirchen town?" Clark hesitantly said.
"Yup. That's really weird. If we rode train from our start, we shouldn't be…, in here." Sora placed her hand on her chin. "I wonder what had happened. Are we being teleported or something? By alchemy?"
"But we're on train, we must have felt it. Like clash or shaking."Abdul protested.
"Hey, I don't want to say this, but…." Saidi looked unsure. He scratches his head, his 'favorite' position when he's hesitated to tell something. And we knew his habit, this one for sure.
3 years being together, we think we're knew some of our habits each others, both the good and the bad. And somehow we have some kind of telepathic connections and ability to read people mind. Don't worry, this only happening between us. Some people may be called as 'intuition' and 'strong friendship'. This is the example.
"Say it, Sai. If you not told us now, we'll not understand what you want to say." I am advice him.
He is scratching his head again, this time more long. He smiled sheepishly. He back to serious when he's talking.
"This is my assumption. So listening carefully, this might be a bit weird." He said, "Do you think this has a something to do with…'That'?" Saidi questioned. We're knew what he mean. The Gate and Truth.
What else? We're like FMA manga since first year. To be truth, this manga had made us met. I promised I'll tell you more detail, next time. Now for The Gate and Truth, since we're not really like them, we agreed to use 'That' or 'It' as a term. Please don't ask the reason. It's so various.
Sora's shrugged. "I don't know that far, Sai. There's big possibility for it."
"If this because of 'That' doing…What 'It' want with us? To bring us here, I mean."
"This is ridiculous. For what? I don't get it. By transported us, to Central? What hell is 'That' thinking?" Clark's extremely confuse. "For some reasons, I have a bad feeling about this."
Saidi nodded understanding. "So do I." he frowned. "How shall I explain it? It's so…illogical. Why 'It' has sent us to here? We have nothing to do with this. We're just…" he stopped a while.
"We're just kids…" He ended. His voice becomes smaller than before.
Wrinkles appeared in Sora's forehead. She wanted to ask, only to be stop be Clark's hand on her shoulder. He shook his head, gave her a meaningful look. She catches it. And she understood. She's finally not asking Saidi. I'm staring sadly. I can guess what he wants to say. If I was him, probably I'll do same.
'We're just people from other world…' that was the word he wanted to say. His unspoken sentence. I knew. We knew. We can't say words as we want. Not in Central.
In this place, as long it's Central, we knew they'll watching us.
Father. And Homunculus.
They're watching us from shadow, from Pride, Selim Bradley was his human name.
'If it's true The Gate and Truth was behind this,' I thinking, 'Then we're in biggest trouble'. If our assumed were right, this is Amestris, in Fullmetal's world, that's made us automatically as a foreigner. 'Or people from another world.' I snapped in my mind.
I agreed with Saidi, mentally. Why they sent us to here? We have nothing to do with this. Or was it? Something we must do in this world? What? When? Where? How? I groaned in frustrated. This was so confusing. Too many things we can't understand. Why matter like this can become so troublesome?
Our discussion is cutting by sound of opened door. Mrs. Gracia's figure appeared from behind door.
"Did I interrupt you?"
"No, it's not, Mrs. Gracia." I answering, "What is it?"
"Roy wants to talk with you. He said he's waiting in Central HQ, at 13.00."
I felt wrinkles on my forehead. Mr. Mustang? This fast? I have thought he'll talk to us, but not this quickly. I looked at the clock. 12.30. Half an hour. We must hurry. I stood up and dusted my pants. Sora was following beside me.
"We get it. We'll be in there, as fast as possible. Thank you, Mrs. Gracia."
I sighed, only in my brain. Interrogation…what a thing.
"Time for interrogation, Ladies and Gentlemen…." I heard groaned from Clark and Abdul. Saidi put his hand on his forehead, muttered something, I believe he's muttered, 'Oh, Gusti Agung…3.)', meanwhile, Sora is rolling her eyes, annoying.
And me…I just laughed, hoarsely and defeated.
This will gonna be a long day…
"I can't believe we are sat in here…" Clark grumbled. Saidi coughed once to warning him.
Abdul and I smile sourly, Sora's playing with her necklace, expressionless.
We're now in Central HQ, in Mr. Mustang office. Mr. Mustang has told us he wants to ask few questions about the incident 3 days ago. We can't refuse his favor. This is about his closed friend, who now in hospital, lying unconscious. He must be very worried about him and he want to find who did this.
I've read the manga and my heart is hurt when Mr. Mustang did cried when Mr. Hughes funeral. Because of us however, he's saved and alive. I shuddered at this fact. If we're not there that night. If we didn't hear that bang. If Saidi wasn't helped. If he wasn't operation him. Maybe he is not in here anymore.
We're sat in front Mr. Mustang desk. Mr. Riza stands beside him. Around us there're Mr. Havoc, Mr. Fuery, Mr. Breda, and Mr. Falman. They had introduced themselves to us. Before the interrogation begin, first of all…
"Before we're asking you," he said, "Can you introduce yourself? We're not recognized each others. I'm really sorry I'm not asked your name that time. However, it's an urgent and I hope all of you understand. And, it'll be rude if we don't know your name."
"It's alright, Colonel. We're understood. We have heard from Mrs. Gracia that you're his close friend. It's normal to worry your critical friend, Mr. Mustang. Besides, we're also very grateful you've found us a place to stay."Abdul said politely, doesn't want rude.
"My name is Abdullah Akbar. But you can call me Abdul." He introduced. "This is Sri Cahya Dian, Sri is her nickname."
"Hello, nice to meet you." I greeted.
"This is Sora Hoshino, Sora."
"Hello." She said calmly and give him slightly bowed with head.
"Clark Arnett Bonamy, we call him Clark, a.k.a Milk Freak." The last one he said it with lower voice. But still heard by everyone it seems, because Havoc chuckled lightly, while Riza smile ghostly.
"I heard that, Abdul…I going to kill you…" Clark growled lowly. Ignored his threaten, Abdul keep continue introducing us.
"And last, Saidi Themba, as Saidi." Saidi bowed at Mr. Mustang.
"I heard you're the one took care of Hughes operation. Aren't you?" Mr. Mustang a bit hesitant.
"Yes, I am, Colonel. I was the one who operation him."
"The doctor who take care him had told me that your work were amazing and advance. He said your works almost like a professional surgeon. Tell me, are you a surgeon or something like that?"
"No Sir. I am not, but I was the child of surgeon. I sometimes help him operation the patients. Shoot victims were included them. So, I knew how to get out the bullet from human body." He explained. "Glad I brought my medicines and surgeon stuffs with me. If I don't bring them…probably I must use most brutal treatment. Use knife, burning them or cleaned it with alcohol, before I pick out the bullet."
"Ouch…"Clark's narrowing his eyes.
Mr. Mustang frowned. He staring Saidi as if he was a crazy.
"It's true. We doctor have named it orthodox method. Burn a knife or another sharp but clean metal, pick out the bullet from the victim body. I don't want to use it though."
"That does explain your work. But why did you bring them?"
"We want to hiking in mountain. If someone from us gets hurt in the middle of forest, no one can help if they didn't bring 'doctor' bag. I brought them if in case those happened. Who know I'll use it these fast."
"Hiking? In the mountain? Why you're here then?"
"We don't know Sir. Last time we're checked we really rode a train to the mountain. After we woke up in destination, we're already in Central."Clark scratches his hair, dazed. "At first we think we're wrong train. After we checked our train, it did depart to mountain." He gulped and shaking his head. "We still don't get it until now."
"Where are you're going?"
I'm narrowing my eyes. Where are we going? If I don't remember we're not in our world, I'll say we're going to Garmisch-Partenkirchen.
"Garmisch-Partenkirchen." Sora answered. I blinked the turning to her. Her eyes told me to quiet and listening. "Isn't it, Sri?"
I'm unsure what I should say. Still, I have to answer it. "It is."
"Garmirsch….Partenkirchen?" He's a bit suspiciously, judge from his voice.
Sora is nodded once and continues to talking. "It's near Briggs, Colonel. Because it's a small town or village and enough far from other town, no wonder not everyone's heard it. We're just knew it not long ago."
"Why you want to go there?"
"Celebrate our graduation. We're third year in high school and we will attend in different schools. We want to make some memories, so we came with conclusion we'll go to the mountain, hiking and seeing stars. Our favorite work."
"Celebrate of graduation? So you're making some goodbye party then."
"We are. If not because those stupid train, we've already in there." She grumbled. "But…I'm glad we could help Mr. Hughes…"
We silence. I'm squishing my hands. I wonder if Mr. Hughes will wake up, sooner or later. His wound' deep, despised how he's survived, his wound will take a long time to really close and fine.
"So…" Sora raised her eyebrow. "Are you still wanted to asks, Colonel? Please be hurry. We don't have much time today."
He's stayed calm, however he narrowed his eyes and leaned towards her. "I still have some questions. And I hope you answer all of it, along with your friends, Young Lady."
She's glaring at him. If looks can kill…maybe he's already gone from this world.
"You don't have to tell me. I knew since beginning. One more thing. Don't dare to touch me, pervert, or I'll ripped your face. I'm only seventeen, Colonel." Sora threatened with very lowly voice and deadly. Suddenly this room was filled by her aura. Everyone is silent. I'm so uneasy. Sometimes she can be so scary.
He stunned. "You're 17? You looked older than that…"
"Shut up. What about yourself? I bet you're no older than 25." She snapped.
Mr. Mustang's suddenly grinning. I narrowed my eyes. I not really like those smile.
"25? Is that what you think?" He looks amused. "I'm in my early thirties, Sora."
Sora is wearing shock face. "30?" she muttered. She gasped small, like she just realized something. Then I caught something in her eyes. A glimpse of naughtiness.
My lips are twitching. Is she want to…, Oh I see…from this part everything will become interesting.
"Wait a minute. You're early thirties! Yet, you're still not married?" Sora pretends to be shocked.
Roy grinned to us. A smile everyone categorized as 'Don Juan Smile'. "I am. Surprise?" he said. Sora glanced at me, her eyes filled with naughty and playfully. I narrowed my eyes and smiled widely. This will be fun… He'll get his lesson shortly.
Sora turned again with her innocent face. I see this event in great amusement. I stole a glance to Abdul and the others. They also have a same twinkle on their eyes. I turn back quickly. I afraid I will laugh too quickly. This moment is too interesting to pass.
"Yes, I'm surprised, Sir. I thought you're in the middle of twenties," her grin appeared again, this time a bit sadistic. Yet it covered very well within innocent she's showing.
'Here it comes…' I tried not to laugh right now. It'll ruin the fun. And I don't want to miss it.
"I'd never know that you're an 'Old Dude', Colonel Mustang!" she exclaimed enthusiasm in front everyone. She doesn't forget her innocent big smile on her face.
Roy's smile disappeared, changed by big frown. His eye's twitching.
I burst into a laugh. I laughing very loud, followed by Clark, Saidi, and Abdul. Clark's even fall from his chair. Not for long, his subordinates began to laughing hysterically. Mr. Havoc held his stomach, Mr. Breda fall to his chair, while Mr. Fuery tried not to laugh, but failed for me, and Mr. Falman grinning so wide. I saw Mrs. Riza hide her smile. I think she's amusement with that statement. For more than 10 minutes we're laughing together in office.
Oh My. This event was so funny…
After interrogation more than 2 hours, we finally can back to home. We arrived at evening. No, don't say anything. It's really tired. What we want now is some rest and doing a little talk before going to sleep.
"We're home." I greeted as I entered house. Elycia suddenly burst out from family room, squeal in happiness, hugging and squishing me very hard.
"Big Sister Sri! Welcome home!" she greeted back. I laughing and lift her. "Hello Elysia. How are you? Are you being a good kid while we're not here?"
"Yuwp." she said. I grinned then let her down.
We're just back from Central HQ, after we've got some, no, many questions from Mr. Mustang. I must say his questions enough trapped. We answered him with all our honest. But for few questions, we must lie. I felt so guilty, but we can't tell him in this situation. Not now, until he's prepared.
"We're back." Abdul greeted this time. Mrs. Gracia appeared from living room.
"Welcome back, children. How is it? Did it running well?"
"You could say that, Mrs. Hughes." Sora answering and smile tiredly.
I feel my hand being pulled. I looked to down and seeing Elysia tugged my hand, getting my attention. "Let's play, Big Sister! You have promised me this morning."
"Elysia! Don't. They've just come back." Mrs. Gracia warned.
"It's okay, Mrs. Gracia. I'll play with her. I have promised her to."
"Really? Are you fine, Sri? You look not well…"she's concerned.
"I'm a bit tired. It'll be gone soon. Clark, Saidi. Come with us and let's play something."
Clark look dumbfounded. "Playing what?"
"Your magic trick, silly. Don't tell me you're forgetting it." I grin evilly.
"I remember it! And stop that grinning, I don't like it!"
"Clark, don't yelling when there's a child…" Saidi advice him with great amusement.
"Saidi…"called Clark, not happy tone. Saidi laughing and made 'peace' sign.
That evening, I kill my time by playing with Elysia. Both Saidi and Clark were accompanied us. Clark showed her some magic tricks. He made Elysia laughing so happy, asked him doing it once again. Abdul and Sora helped Mrs. Gracia to washing clothes and made dinner.
Around 45 minutes later, we stopped and getting shower. We smelled like a goat when we smell ourselves. After took shower, we're wearing our clothes and entered boy's room.
Saidi said he had something to tell us. I don't know what it's. From his face, I think it's enough important.
We took the same position like this afternoon.
"Is everyone is here?" Saidi asked, looking around.
"Yep. Everyone." Abdul replied. "Can you tell us what you're wanted to talking?"
Saidi rotating his eyes again, before he waved his hand to tell us more close. When we're already near him, he whispering lowly to our ears.
"I deleted Mr. Hughes memories." Saidi whispered between us. My mouth opened. He did what?
"I deleted his memories about 'F' information." He come back whispered. We still listen to him. 'F' information, a.k.a Forbidden information. It's mean information about country transmutation circle. I stared disbelieve to him. "I hope with his memories deleted, he'll not after by 'them' again."
Sora then muttered, "You're hypnotized him!"
"No," he was replied. "I use my 'ability'."
Everyone is shocked.
"Your…you mean that one?" Clark said astonished.
"What else, guys?"
"You're crazy." Abdul whispered. "They can after us if they knew…"
"I know. I'm the one who took the risk. I'll be the one who bear the responsible from my act."
You must be confused why we are so scary being discovered by people. Actually, we have secrets inside us. Secrets we want to keep close as possible. We are talking about our special ability. As you know, there are mortals who have a special skills or abilities. They have a 'gifted' from God in form of incredible powers. For example, Saidi. Saidi has a power to manipulate people memories and great healing power. This access him to move someone's memories, copy it, or deleted it, by putting his hand on someone's head. Otherwise, he also can hypnotize. We also have our own abilities. Sounds awesome and cool. In fact, we're some freaks. Some neat freaks who for few people, we better not exist in this world.
"How can you do it?" I asked, half whispered.
"I did it when he's still unconscious. No one was suspicious at me, while I deleted his memories. Glad they only thought me only checking my patient."
"You got a big lucky, Sai…" Clark commented.
"Thank you…."
"Still, this doesn't mean it's done." Sora cutting. She moved to the door, which still opened.
"Don't forget the culprit is still up there. If he or she knew his victim still alive…he or she will after him again. And probability us."
"Why they will after us?" I asked.
"Because we are the one who saved Mr. Hughes. By helping him, the culprit will think we will be on his or her way. Sooner or later."Sora explained. "We need a plan quickly. In case the worst thing happen, we're ready for the impact…"
"What we should do, then?" Abdul pulled his hair, frustrated.
No one's talking. The air suddenly becomes more not ease from before. Few minutes past and nobody want to talk.
Clark's rough huffed finally broke the silence. I turned to him, as the others did the same thing.
"You know, I only have one opinion for this," Clark said serious. "We should stay for a while to check."
"Why?" questioned Abdul. He seems not pleasant with the opinion. Not only him, I'm also feeling the same. Mrs. Gracia is so nice toward us. If possible, we didn't want to make her more trouble than this.
Sora closed the door and approaching us. "It's just for safety. Mr. Hughes hurt by someone because he knew something. There's a big chance his family will be in danger. He's saved this time…but next time, he maybe isn't…And besides…" she looking at her shadow a second before change his stare to us. Sharp.
"We've saved Mr. Hughes from the culprit, there's no guarantee we'll lost from the culprit's eyes. Maybe…he, she, or they're watching us from somewhere. From the place we're not expected."
Silence covering the room. Heavy and have made we get a headache. We knew he'll be saved this time, because Saidi has 'deleted' few of Mr. Hughes memories. We knew Father and the homunculus were behind this. We knew, Pride or Selim Bradley now watching us from the shadow in Central. From underground. From 'that' place. We knew if we did wrong one step, if we said one wrong word, we will be discovered by them. We knew this very much dangerous. Once we took a step…
We'll never be able to come back. Forever.
But…
I determined, stood from my chair. This action got their attention, I throwing my looking at my friends. They replied me.
But…we can't stay like this forever. Someone must fight them. We have Edward and Alphonse Elric, already for that. Account Mrs, Izumi, Mr. Hohenheim, and…Mr. Mustang too. But…
"It's not like will stop us." I said with clear voice. "I really don't know about Mr. Hughes. I'm just met him, once, only that night. And despise that, I knew he was a kind yet dutiful man and nice husband and father." I fisted my right hand. "I will not let them touch him, and his family, again." I fisted my hand.
But, who is the one who will protect their family? Their friends? Peoples around them? Edward and the others can't help them in one time. Moreover, when they're scattered in whole country. That's why…
"Not a single hair, while I alive. He must alive no matter what happen."
Sora was lifting up his face. I can see strong will and determination in there.
"Sri's right," she began, "We may be freaks for them. We may be outsiders. Demo4.)…he's innocent. He's saved and after he's going out room hospital, he will have a role in future. His role will be important from now. We can't let him died.", she said, "Not yet." She whispered.
Abdul positioned his sat. Now he's sat more firmed. "So it's been decided?"He smiled faintly.
"You're coming?" he asked to Clark and Saidi. Both of them are smirking.
"You still ask that? Geez, you're too rhetoric, Abdul." Clark commented.
"There's no way we let you go alone." Saidi continued. "We'll come too. That's final."
I rotated my eyes to them. "So, everyone's agreeing?"
Sora stood. "No way we'll let them doing as they want."
Saidi moved from his chair, "We'll protect everyone with our own tactics."
Clark grinning and stood, "We'll kick their ass."
Abdul stood too, "And we'll back to home after this over."
Clark's hold his hand. "For justice."
Saidi hold his hand and put it above Clark's hand. "For those who need our help."
Abdul placed his hand above Saidi's. "For everyone who are waiting us at home."
Sora placed her hand above Abdul. "For future."
I placed my hand above Sora's. "And for ourselves."
"We're oath in here, that we will help and protect them from shadow. Always together no matter what happen and we'll show them we're can't defeat so easily!" We yelled, together.
"This is our oath and we'll keep it until death!"
"And we will fulfill it!"
"Until this is ended, forever!"
That's why…we're here. We will help them, because…
This is what we want. Our desire. Our path.
Our choice.
Next morning, I go to Central HQ, Sora and Abdul come with me. This morning we made some egg puddings and some apple toasts. Seeing their work, I found myself worried for them. They job are many, are they got their food well? Is the food they ate when they work is healthy? What if they're sick? I decided to make them in final. We also want to visit Mr. Hughes. Yesterday, we got called. It was information from hospital that Mr. Hughes has awake. We cheered up and yelling like a crazy people.
We were planning to give a lot of foods to Mr. Mustang. And give the rest to Mr. Hughes. Mrs. Gracia and Elysia will follow us later. Mrs. Gracia told me we can go to the HQ first. Abdul and Sora are waiting outside. They have some things to talking, privately. They will wait in café near HQ. It's only me who bring the foods farter.
Arrived at Mr. Mustang office, I knocked the door. "Entered." A voice, I recognized it as Mr. Havoc's voice, shouted from inside.
I opening it, and… seeing everyone are very busy. Some of them are doing their paperworks. So many until I can't see them. I sweat drop. Since when these paperwork became so many? Last time I saw them, they're not this many…
Riza, who seen me, approached and greeted me. "Good morning, Sri."
"Eng…, good morning, Mrs. Riza. Anu…why's everyone so busy? And what's all with this paper works?"
"We just got a lots of paper works from before to do. Don't worry." She answered. "What's the matter?"
"Hm…, seeing all of you so busy like this, I wonder if all of you are eating with right. So…" I borrowed the basket of foods in front of her. "I made some egg puddings and Apple toasts for all of you."
As commanded, everyone head pooping out from mountain of paperwork.
"Really? How kind of you!" Havoc said. "I'm thinking to eat something a while ago. But I can't leave these damned paper works!"
"What a perfect timing! Good job, Sri!" Breda exclaimed.
"Thank you very much." Fuery said, while Falman nodding.
"As I thought…." I whispered. I handed the foods to Mrs. Riza. "Here, Mrs. Riza. I hope you like it."
She smiled so warm. "Thank you, Sri. We'll eat it later."
"You're welcome." I replied. I noticed the door of Mr. Mustang inner office is closed. Weird. Usually he has it open.
"He's enough busy right now. He needs a quiet atmosphere, so I closed the door." Mrs. Riza said.
"Huh?" I dumfounded. "How did you…"
"You're staring at the door with worried face." Mrs. Riza said and chuckled. I blushed. Ugh Am I that obvious?
Suddenly, I am thinking about Mr. Mustang. His job must be really heavy. If the others have this much paper works…How about him? Suddenly I'm being scared with imagination he's buried alive by paper works now. He's their chief, of course he'll have more paper works from them. If it's really happening, he's in big trouble. He can frustrate if keep like this or going home next week. At first time, after I met him, I'm feeling pitiful to him. He's still human and I doubt he can be like this for next 3 or 4 hours.
Maybe…maybe if someone helps him, probably he's not very tired…and frustrated in end….
'Maybe I should help him a while…' I turn to Mrs. Riza. "Mrs. Riza. I have a favor. Can you do it for me?"
I knocked the door. No response. I knocked again and this time, he's answered.
"Come in." I quickly opened the door and stepping in.
Guess. The first vision I saw in his inner office were a giant mountain of paper works. A Big one. I gaped to see this. I searching Mr. Mustang around and I can see his face so gloomy, sat in his chair as he working with his paperwork.
"Oh, hello, Sri. What are you doing here?" he said with pass.
"Give you all some foods I made in Mrs. Gracia home. I see your door is closed wonder what had happened so I asked Mrs. Riza to let me in." I told him. "I not expected to see these mountain paper works."
"Risk if we're working in military." He still concentrated in his paperwork.
I sighed then look at the clock. Almost near 10.00. "How long you sit there?"
"Maybe from 07.20. Why?" he glance at me. I am narrowing my eyes. Almost 3,5 hours, and he still not moved from that chair? '死人のような疲れ...' . 'It must be very tiring.' that's was the word Sora will said if she saw this.
I approached his desk, took some paper works and beginning to categorize it.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm trying to help you, Mr." I answered. "If this paper works had been categorized, maybe it'll be easy to finish or done it. Besides…., I doubt you will survive after working these, remembering you're not like to work."I teased him.
"Oh really? I'm sorry if I didn't like paperwork…" he replied sarcastic before he's stunned. "Wait. How do you know that?"
"Mrs. Riza told me when I asked to see you a moment. You're hopeless, you know?" I done categorized it. And walk to the desk again to put in. I took another mountain paper works and sat on couch.
"I wonder why this paper works not been categorized. If they did it, we'll be easy to take which one is important and which one not really important. Or if we categorized it according its field."
"They'll not think about it, Sri. As long as this paper works will assign by me, they'll send it to me, hundreds of it. As long it's important for them."
I stare at him. He eyes fixed on me, showing tiredness. "You can be crazy if you keeping work." I stated.
"Let's take a break. You must be hungry. I'll bring egg pudding and apple toast. Let's talk some things." I invited and smile widely.
He's seems confuse. "What we will talk?"
"About Central, your original. Everything. I just arrived in Central few days ago, remember? I don't really know about this city. You can tell me."I replied. "Are you interested, Mr. Mustang?"
Few minutes later, we eat the foods and talking. He still in his chair whiles I sitting in couch. Unexpected to me, he was nice actually, and was a friendly people. Is this his attribute as a ladies' man? Or this is his true nature? I totally confuse. Sometimes I am getting puzzled by simple things. This was the example.
"Why you eyes colored silver? Are they inherited in your family?" He questioned me, when we talking about Ishvalans, their religion, and their eyes.
"Um…It is, Mr. Mustang. My father also had it, even his were a lot darker than me. Are they so weird?"
"No. But it's so rarely to see a people with silver eyes like you. Are they common in your place?"
"I'm not really sure. I heard from Mrs. Gracia, she never sees silver eyes in Central or Amestris on her life. Which for me a bit weird. We have few peoples who have a gray eyes, we're not really problem it."
"I see...,I doubt you eyes are weird. Your eyes are unique. I never saw a color like that." He commented. I shrugged.
"Everyone said that. I'm not really care."
He smirked. "You are?"
I defended. "I am. What's wrong with my eyes color? I mean, look at Ishvalans. They have red eyes. I never saw a color like that in people eyes. But who cares? If I see peoples with purple eyes, I will not surprise."
"Is this because your eyes are silver?"
"No. Even I don't have a silver eyes, I still have a same opinion." I answered him. "I have seen many weird things as I alive. Please, my eyes are not very unusual."
"It is, Sri. For me it's your name that weird."
My eyes are twitching. "Wha…?"
"I said," He repeated, "For me, it's your name that weird."
"What's wrong with my name?" I feel not happy.
"I never heard a name like those, Sri. Even your nick name was weird. I doubt your parents will give you a name like that. It's so…otherworldly…"
I am glaring him. "Other…wordly?" I put back my finished apple toast and deal with him.
"Is that wrong?" I asked. A bit annoyed. "I really like this name. You don't know how important our names. For me, children names are a form of pray who parents gave to us when we're born. So we'll be a strong kid, yet, beloved by people and nice people in future. This is a name my father gave it to me long time ago. My name is his pray, my name is my father's proof that he loved me."
I slammed my hand to his desk, burning by spirit. "How can this important thing so naïve! I'm sure, no, I bet your parents not gave you the name of Roy Mustang for nothing. They're pray that you'll become a kind, nice, filled with justice, and great person one day, so don't think this matter is a naïve thing…" I stopped my mouth when I saw Roy stunned. He didn't move from his chair. His eyes were focusing…at me.
Suddenly, I feel so embarrassing. WAAAAAA…! What have I done? Why I dare speak like that to people who older than me! You idiot, Sri!
"I-I'm sorry!" I half yelled, I can feel my face so hot. I shouldn't have said that! I'm sorry, Mr. Mustang…"
"No, it's okay." He's cutting. "It's really okay, Sri. Don't worry about it."
I staring at him, disbelieve. "But, Mr. Mustang…!"
"You can call me Roy. I think it's alright." He smiled. But softly.
I lowered my head. "I'm so sorry…." I moved my head toward him again. "But really, Mr. Mus- I mean Mr. Roy, it seems doesn't fair. I just thinking your name actually was…nice." I blushed deep at the end.
He kept his eyes on me, his face more amuse. I feel uneasy. I tried to fight it back if necessary. I can hear my voice shaky. I'm not giving up. I tried to tell him.
"Call me dumb for this. But I knew you can become a good leader, maybe not now, maybe in future. Once, back in my home…I read a book about people's name and their meaning. Many of them. In variety languages. I found your name at that book. If you want an answer then this is it. Listen carefully and you'll know what I mean."
I took a deep breath and continue.
"The reason why I believe you can become a Fuhrer," I said clearly, "Is because your name was fitting you. You're responsible, you're cares with your subordinates and peoples around, and you're kind and have a sense of justice. All of that were qualifications to become a leader."
"Your name, Roy, in one language I knew as French, believes or not…" I ended it firmly.
"It has meaning of 'King'. This is the reason why I believed you will become a good Fuhrer…"
Silence. His eyes widened. I stay quiet, replied his stare with honesty. This is the only action I can do to make him believe to me. I then lowered my head. Sighing.
"Interesting. So every name has a meaning behind it, that's what you said, right?" he stated.
I replied it with nodding.
"Then… what is the meaning of your names?" He asked. I surprised. He's…asking me?
Ara? Wait a minute! Why he's asking that! That's not his business! Why would I give my name meaning to person like this!
"Well?" his voice seems demanded. I sweatdropped.
'….Is there no other choice for me?'
I braced myself taking a deep breath. Answer him. "Radiance Light of the Candle." I let it out from my mouth, "It's a normal meaning. Despise it…I very like this name. My father gave it to me, in hope I'll become a light that will become a torch in the darkness, and give people a little warm when it's cold." I remembered Bapak. I really admire him so much. He maybe died in tragic accident. But he's died when he working for his family. He will always have a special place in my heart.
Then sound.
It faint at beginning, but more clearer each time I hear.
The sound of people's chuckling, very clear and rhythmic. I frowned. Wait? I stopped breathing. Chuckling? I'm glancing at him.
He chuckled lightly as he kept his eyes on me. I'm totally confused. I don't understand his attitude. Is that wrong that I want to be like my name? Is that wrong?
Roy stopped his chuckle and coughed. "You're very naïve, you know that?"
I raised my eyebrow. I tilted my head. "Am I that naïve in your jurisdiction?"
He shook his head. "No. It's enough naïve, but I like it." He then smiled. So softly, sincere,…and warm.
Weird. Reading the manga, I'd never think he can smile like this. I not really knew about him honestly. Since when, I don't really remembered. There's sudden of a nice warm circling me. It made me want to smile. Next time I realized, I am laughing happily. He's frowning and raised one eyebrow.
"Why you're laughing?"
I fixed my eyes on him. I said steady. "Because I think you're far more handsome with that smile on your face! See? You're not good with gloomy face! So smile! It's suit you very well."
He blinking hard several times, then he's doing I wasn't expected; He's laughing, full with relieved and happiness. After his laugh died, he shook his head. "Have I told you that you're the most naïve yet most weird girl I've ever meet?"
I shook my head. "Nope. But, people always told me that." I take up some of his paper works before categorized it. "As a note Mr. Mustang, I like to be myself, so who cares! You had helped us find a place to stay. Now let me help you categorize this paperwork, as gratitude. You want to finish quick, aren't you?"
He is watching me, interesting. "You're really the weirdest girl I've meet." I smiled back at him before both of us going to work. This time, he does his paperwork, a smile plastering in his face.
I sing softly when out from Central HQ. Happy that my duty now over. I really happy when they said the egg puddings were so yummy. They even said they want to eat it again. And what made me surprised, Mrs. Riza asked if she could know the recipe. Wow, I never thought they'll like it badly! Because, I think my cooking abilities was not really good. Glad I can give her the recipe, which I brought it in case I needed it.
Sora and Abdul waiting me at the gate, she's only smile when I meet her. "Finished, Sri?"
"Yup. It's finished. Now, let's take a walk. Maybe we can buy some food for home."
Abdul's grinning meaningfully to Sora. She's replied and gives him a wink. They then are laughing together.
I shook my head, finding it amusing. They maybe don't know it, please keep it as a secret. These two were in love each other. Yup, they're in love. Very obviously too. They're matching actually, from my eyes. I found they're cute couple. Too bad they're too shy. Usually, If not Clark or Saidi, I was the one who become Mak comblang. Alias Matchmaker from Indonesian language.
"Hey, I got a call from Saidi. He's said it seems Mr. Hughes can go out from hospital the day after tomorrow. We must celebrate it!" Abdul exclaimed.
"Really? That's good!" I commented. "Let's see him in hospital. I bet Mrs. Gracia and Elysia already in there."
"On the way." Sora said.
But we've walking 3 steps, when suddenly….
"BROTHER! LOOK OUT!" a boy voice shouted in front of us. "Hah?" I try to see what happen, before I crashing by something and fall with loud thump.
My whole body is hurts. I feel so dizzy. My head's so heavy. What was that?
"Sri!" Sora and Abdul called me in unison. I heard they steps closer and I being pulled to sit.
"Sri! Sri! Are you alright?" Sora asked. "I'm…okay?" I replied her, my head still spinning. Ouch, hurt…
"I'm sorry, Miss! Are you alright?" I heard the boy voice again and sounded worried.
"Don't worry, I'm okay…" I look up at the preson and stunned. I can't find my word. Subhanallah, isn't he…
"Ouch, that hurt…" I turned at my impactor and more surprised come to me. Golden hair and eyes. Red coat. Black clothes…enough short…No way.
"See? I told you to slow down, you idiot! You crashed into people!" a girl voice yelled from behind. And I see her. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! They're my most favorite characters in FMA! What are they doing in here!
"Sorry…I not see there's a person in front." He then stood up and dusted his coat. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" he asked.
I stood up, helping by Abdul and Sora. I massaged my forehead. "I'm okay. It's just dizziness. Thank you."
He nodded, a bit relieved. "Good to hear it."
"Are you sure? At least we'll help you…" the girl said, worried. I smile and waved my and. "It's fine, really. It'll be gone soon."
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Sora said.
"We want to meet someone in Central HQ, so we're in hurried. But Brother's running too fast and…" The armor boy explained.
"I see," I nodding understand to him. "By the way what is your name?" Sora questioned.
Even we've knew the answer, we still can't believe it. They are our most favorite characters in FMA. It's so awesome!
"My name is Alphonse Elric. This is Winry Rockbell, our friend. And this is…"
"Edward Elric, The Fullmetal Alchemist!" he cutting his little brother, with proud.
Next in 'Cerita Kami/ Our Story'…
"He's been attacked?" Ed yelled so loud, until I must close my ears.
"He has. He's lucky he's survived. We are in there when we heard a loud bang from gun. If there's no one in there…He will not alive now…" Abdul said.
"How can that happen?" questioned Al.
We shook our heads. "We also didn't know what happened back there. Colonel and the others now investigation this case, if I'm not wrong."added Sora.
ooooo
Guys, prepare your bags and luggage," Clark said. "We will go to the Briggs…"
We are staring at him. 1…2…3…
"EEEEEEEEH…..!"
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I give the 4 of crane origami to him. He accepts it with his right hand. "What's this for?"
"My pray, our pray that you'll be protected by evil and misfortune…" I said full confidence.
'May Sora power and my power can protect you from those homunculus, Mr. Roy, Mr. Havoc, Mrs. Riza, and Al…'I prayed in my mind.
"Good luck, Mr. Roy." He smiled and ruffled my hair. "And so you too."
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"Ehm…, excuse, but who are you?" Saidi said as he seeing a big guy in front of us.
"I'm the one who should told you it…Now…" He bring his automail like crocodille's mouth to us. His hair is Mohican style and black. His eyes a bit narrow. Beside him, there's a man with dark skin and white hair. He is wearing black glasses. And both of them wearing military uniforms, with additional black coast.
"What do you want in here?"
Footnote:
1. Mimosa salad is considered as one of the musts on the table when there is a big family event or a New Year celebration. This salad is originally from Russia.
2. A boiled spinach with walnut sauce.
3. This is Javanese language. This mean will be 'Oh, Sacred God…' or 'Oh My God…" ;D
4. It means 'But' in Japanese language.
This chapter enough long, aren't they? ( fall from chair) I'm tired….please let me sleep for a while…Oh, and I do, reviews and flames are very welcomed…. (asleep)…..See you…. again…Zzzzzzzzz.